Luyện nghe bài hát Portree Kid

A man came ridin' oot the west one wild and day
He was quiet and hungry, his eyes were smoky grey
He was lean across the hurdies but his shooders they big
The terror o' the Hielan glens, that was The Kid

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He drum ho, he hey
The teuchter that cam Skye
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His sidekick was an man and oh but he was mean
He was The Midnight Plough-Boy and he cam fae Aberdeen
He had twenty notches on his cromack so they say
And a million Indians, way up in Stornoway

Portree in the door, he sauntered tae the bar
He poured a o' crabbies, he shouted "Slainte Mhath"
midnight was being chatted up by a bar room girl called Pam
Who said well howdy stranger, would you a babycham

Now over in the corner sat three men fae
They playing games for money, in a snakes and ladders school
The fourth man was a southerner who'd up from Macmerry
He'd a river gambler, on the Ballachulish Ferry

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Portree tae the table and he shouted shake me in
He shoogled on the eggcup, he the dice a spin
He seven sixes in a row and the game was nearly done
But then he landed on a snake, and on square one

The was nearly over and Portree was daein fine
He'd landed on a ladder, he was up tae nine
He had but one to go and the other man was beat
But the couped the board off, and shouted you're a cheat

Men dived behind the rubber plants to try and save skins
The accordionist stopped playing, his dropped the spoons
He says I its funny, you've been up that ladder twice
And ye a'ways dunt the table, I go to throw my dice

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The gambler his Sgian Dubh as fast as lightning speed
Portree a screwtop, he cracked him o'er the heid
Then he gave him laldy wi' a salmon off the
And he finished off the business, wi' his lucky claw

Portree walked up tae the bar, he says I'll hae a
And d'ye like the way I stuck it on wee Macmerry nyaff
But the crept up behind his features wracked wi' pain
And gubbed him wi' an ashtray, made oot o' a stane

The fight went raging on all night till opening time day
Wi' a break for soup and stovies aff a tray
It was getting kind o' obvious, neither man would win
When came the shout that stopped it all, there's a bus trip in

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They this song in Galashiels and up by Peterheid
Way down o'er the border, the Rio Tweed
But became o' Portree, Midnight and the gamblin' man,
They up a gift shop selling fresh air in a can

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